Keepsake Photos.

 Keepsake Photos.

 

Cousin Betty sent some pictures—the actual printed out kind—to me to save for keepsakes. That was so very thoughtful of her. Whoever took the photos did a wonderful job, too. Jenn reminded me at the time to not have my mouth open laughing at the entire process. That happened to me all the time when the kids were young. Oh well. This one just reminded me that the silver streaks on either side of my head still show up despite the grey hair. Those streaks are inherited from my dad and the Bavarian side of the family. None of my children or the grands got that particular little trait. Great-grandmother Camp said that her father had them (Walck), but no photos of him exist in my memory. That was a long time ago when pictures were expensive.

 

My number two Ostand grand goes in for a procedure tomorrow. It is my hope that they can help him feel better and not have to do anything further. While it is great that they can discover what causes problems, sometimes the cure is almost worse than the problem that started the process. Let’s pray that he can get better quickly. Stress seems to be the biggest factor in life for most of us. Even when we don’t recognize what is bothering us as stress, it is still there with us constantly. Can’t keep from wondering if that was part of the problem when Lewis had to have by-pass surgery on his heart. But then, heart problems existed in his mom’s side of the family. Who knows; maybe that entire family dealt with stress on a regular basis.

 

The temperature gauge on the living room wall says 101 degrees, but it really feels like an oven outside. Just went out and sprayed water under the deck so that the hens would have a damp place to cool off. They usually stay under there during the worst of the heat, but a little water won’t hurt them at all. The sparrows and other birds have been using the water bowls and one larger tank to get water to drink, but the bigger black birds have been bathing in the hens’ water bowl! Nasty critters! Oh well. They have to have water, too.

 

For some reason Sylvia has not left my side today. Can’t move without having to look where her tail or feet are located. Thompson has been stretched out on the couch to sleep, but once in a while he steals a slouch in my recliner. So far, he has been good to let me have it back, but it feels funny having to tell him that it is mine. These dogs seem to think that what is mine is also theirs.

 

The next time Lance comes to visit, he has a little job to do. The front hose is on the faucet so tightly that yours truly can’t take it off and put the hose on the faucet out back. Betting that Lance would not have that much trouble doing that for me. My hands simply do not have that much strength. Besides, my right hand hurts from the tip of my pointy finger to the middle of my hand. Go figure. Wondered if it was caused by using the mouse so much, but the exercises my students used to have to do once in a while to prevent something like carpal tunnel have done nothing to help this situation. Maybe it is arthritis. Old age is SO interesting.

 

Read this morning that the Ukrainian soldiers that had surrendered and were taken to a Russian controlled area might just be put to death. Let’s pray that does not happen. Those folks who defended that city were heroes. They gave so many people a chance to leave the city and get away from harm. At this point, no one seems to have any kindness left for the soldiers from the Ukraine. It is so sad. They are patriots just as we had patriots during our American Revolution. Thinking about all the women and children who were slaughtered reminds me of the Mexican-American War. Texians were just like so many pigs to the Mexicans and Indians. All those settlers were treated like dirty insects instead of human beings. It seems to me that the Russians have similar patterns of how they treat the Ukrainians. So very sad.

 

This is the month of May, yet it feels more like July. Can’t imagine how we will get through this summer without rain and some cooler temps. But then, we have done it before. It’s Texas. We just have to hang in there.

 

No sense in griping about anything. Life goes on—praise God! We just have to appreciate life and love. And we do know that He sent His son to give us peace, hope, salvation. Let us be glad to know: we are loved.